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BigVirge
Big Virge
Big Virge
Poem Published
24th Oct 2020 3:26am
24th Oct 2020 3:26am
“TRULY CRAZY” ... A Poem written By Big Virge 9/7/2020
So Today I Heard Rhymes ...
By The Man ... DEFARI ...
That Just BLEW My Mind ... !!!
Because of The Vibe of His Rhyme Design ...
Because He Spoke About WHY ...?!?
In These ... Days And Times ...
There’s Been A RISE In Protest Lines ...
About ... RACIST Guys ...
Who Make Black Folks DIE ... !!!
But The CRAZY Thing ...
Is That Within His Lyrics ...
What He Was STATING ...
Is That A MOBILE PHONE ... !!!
Is What’s ... OPENED Up Folks ... ?!?
To ABUSE That In TRUTH ...
Is ... NOTHING New...
By The Man ... DEFARI ...
That Just BLEW My Mind ... !!!
Because of The Vibe of His Rhyme Design ...
Because He Spoke About WHY ...?!?
In These ... Days And Times ...
There’s Been A RISE In Protest Lines ...
About ... RACIST Guys ...
Who Make Black Folks DIE ... !!!
But The CRAZY Thing ...
Is That Within His Lyrics ...
What He Was STATING ...
Is That A MOBILE PHONE ... !!!
Is What’s ... OPENED Up Folks ... ?!?
To ABUSE That In TRUTH ...
Is ... NOTHING New...
#technology
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#humankind
#racism
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Spanker
Poem Published
25th Oct 2020 6:27am
25th Oct 2020 6:27am
Our Boys
The double-pump
Then the third shot
Watermelon practice
Obliterated, of course
The stump remains
Hard & fast
Hard & crazy
Many happy returns
Our boys on our shoulders
And us on theirs
Then the third shot
Watermelon practice
Obliterated, of course
The stump remains
Hard & fast
Hard & crazy
Many happy returns
Our boys on our shoulders
And us on theirs
#soldiers
#war
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
30th Apr 2019 6:31am
30th Apr 2019 6:31am
Lakeside 29/30
And the wind soughing in the trees
Catches in their ears, is sent out
In scouting parties of sensation down their spines.
If you say it became language or it was nothing,
Who touched whom?
In what hurtle of starlight?
Poor language, poor theory
Of language. - Robert Hass
I take out the box, it could be any kind-
a shoebox or a treasure chest, or a room-
and currently the lid is closed. I’m not
here to talk about the cat,
if it’s dead or present. Here I am in life,
opening it and what do you know
but a...
Catches in their ears, is sent out
In scouting parties of sensation down their spines.
If you say it became language or it was nothing,
Who touched whom?
In what hurtle of starlight?
Poor language, poor theory
Of language. - Robert Hass
I take out the box, it could be any kind-
a shoebox or a treasure chest, or a room-
and currently the lid is closed. I’m not
here to talk about the cat,
if it’s dead or present. Here I am in life,
opening it and what do you know
but a...
#identity
#NaPoWriMo2019
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
5th Apr 2020 6:33am
5th Apr 2020 6:33am
I rub upon your 4/30
I rub upon your
temples
coarse
finger grains
fine
the microcosm
the mica
the pumice
of breaking apart
i could break it down
phonetically
with eye
naked
exfoliated
but the ocular
that’s learned how things occur
the abstract
mold concept
superimposed
rods
cones
making wind
stone
my words
pottery
they are the clay
living poetry
ephemeral dirt
in oyster shells
temples
coarse
finger grains
fine
the microcosm
the mica
the pumice
of breaking apart
i could break it down
phonetically
with eye
naked
exfoliated
but the ocular
that’s learned how things occur
the abstract
mold concept
superimposed
rods
cones
making wind
stone
my words
pottery
they are the clay
living poetry
ephemeral dirt
in oyster shells
#identity
#myself
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prometheus5290
Poem Published
20th Oct 2020 1:36am
20th Oct 2020 1:36am
COVID poem about humanity
At some point
this pandemic will end,
so then
we need to ask ourselves
"what will I have done?"
this pandemic will end,
so then
we need to ask ourselves
"what will I have done?"
#Buddhist
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Academic
Poem Published
20th Oct 2020 2:33pm
20th Oct 2020 2:33pm
Not at all exciting; but captiously scary at the same time!
By Stanley Collymore
Yet another spoilt, clearly
unintelligent, and quite
perceptibly totally out
of touch discernibly dense
advantaged, entitled, rich
white boy with mummy
and daddy's money to
literally fall back on
should anything go
wrong - which is
a likely certainty
with the reality
so self-evident
in the twisted
unsound too,
most infirm
mind that's
irrefutably
a noxious
delusion
carrier -
and, of course, the sole ...
Yet another spoilt, clearly
unintelligent, and quite
perceptibly totally out
of touch discernibly dense
advantaged, entitled, rich
white boy with mummy
and daddy's money to
literally fall back on
should anything go
wrong - which is
a likely certainty
with the reality
so self-evident
in the twisted
unsound too,
most infirm
mind that's
irrefutably
a noxious
delusion
carrier -
and, of course, the sole ...
#hate
#denial
#emptiness #fear
#emptiness #fear
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Academic
Poem Published
21st Oct 2020 4:49pm
21st Oct 2020 4:49pm
The wilful demise of the British N.H.S!
By Stanley Collymore
Try getting an appointment,
however urgent that your
condition might be, with
a doctor these days. Not
a chance! And Covid-19 is the
lame, dishonest and, at least,
disingenuous explanation
you will routinely hear.
A bloody lie of course,
since the patent and
rigidly established
commercially too
and secretly also
plan is honestly
to crumble the
NHS, and then
openly lie by
consultants
all doctors
and other
crucially
urgently...
Try getting an appointment,
however urgent that your
condition might be, with
a doctor these days. Not
a chance! And Covid-19 is the
lame, dishonest and, at least,
disingenuous explanation
you will routinely hear.
A bloody lie of course,
since the patent and
rigidly established
commercially too
and secretly also
plan is honestly
to crumble the
NHS, and then
openly lie by
consultants
all doctors
and other
crucially
urgently...
#regret
#shame
#disappointment
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Revmac
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2020 11:30pm
22nd Oct 2020 11:30pm
Isolate
Lockdown. Stay home, no
Social contact, no human
Touch. Basic needs lost.
Social contact, no human
Touch. Basic needs lost.
#frustration
#emptiness
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
Lakeside 21/30
It is a fact, a small fact. A known one
among our kind. Among the singed.
Among the moths of fringes and in their
fringes is this fact burnt from that what
we misunderstand as the moon in the kitchen.
It is a joyous metaphor of the night-blues.
There we edge drawers of butchers
and carvers. There we prosody
with the mashers and the strainers.
The boiling point and the preservatives,
the thermostat that will sink in a side.
All those are emotions ready at hand
for lamentations of...
among our kind. Among the singed.
Among the moths of fringes and in their
fringes is this fact burnt from that what
we misunderstand as the moon in the kitchen.
It is a joyous metaphor of the night-blues.
There we edge drawers of butchers
and carvers. There we prosody
with the mashers and the strainers.
The boiling point and the preservatives,
the thermostat that will sink in a side.
All those are emotions ready at hand
for lamentations of...
#identity
#nature
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
Lakeside 22/30
We say who we were right then.
Tell me, were you made to uncurl
your proboscis and bend the antennae
down as the television turns into dirty snow.
We disturb each other’s entry-ways
with tell me more, tell me more about the world
outside, I’ve just came from this place,
this cemented state,
something grey and narrow and it wasn’t the sky,
I barely made it out. The subject always
leaves the kitchen lights on with the grace
of a million moons. Somehow, we flew there
without science. Once upon a hot night,
I...
Tell me, were you made to uncurl
your proboscis and bend the antennae
down as the television turns into dirty snow.
We disturb each other’s entry-ways
with tell me more, tell me more about the world
outside, I’ve just came from this place,
this cemented state,
something grey and narrow and it wasn’t the sky,
I barely made it out. The subject always
leaves the kitchen lights on with the grace
of a million moons. Somehow, we flew there
without science. Once upon a hot night,
I...
#identity
#nature
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
5th Apr 2020 6:01am
5th Apr 2020 6:01am
I want to say 3/30
I want to say
trip the
light
fantastic but it means to
dance
this is not what I want to say here
I want to sign a
requiem
for a
dream but that’s
a movie
for tripping
it’s telling me all kinds of
things
it’s gesturing me
to
conduct
compose
di-
a -
gram
a
mirror
of
my own
light
it’s telling
me to
own lines
& let’s not
drown
in the mirror ...
trip the
light
fantastic but it means to
dance
this is not what I want to say here
I want to sign a
requiem
for a
dream but that’s
a movie
for tripping
it’s telling me all kinds of
things
it’s gesturing me
to
conduct
compose
di-
a -
gram
a
mirror
of
my own
light
it’s telling
me to
own lines
& let’s not
drown
in the mirror ...
#identity
#myself
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2020 7:14am
2nd Apr 2020 7:14am
This strange bouquet 1/30
This strange bouquet
of micro-
organisms, poisoning as glassed dandelion
seeds blown, people skirting to a ball wearing bal-
aclavas, canvases
across their mouths highlight the speaking
eyes, the clear palpable
distance
in the torque language is
fear
swallowing an air swarm
Oh, belle-
donnas, you are a
quaquaversal vein
through the micro-scope
of space
of micro-
organisms, poisoning as glassed dandelion
seeds blown, people skirting to a ball wearing bal-
aclavas, canvases
across their mouths highlight the speaking
eyes, the clear palpable
distance
in the torque language is
fear
swallowing an air swarm
Oh, belle-
donnas, you are a
quaquaversal vein
through the micro-scope
of space
#politics
#apocalypse
#culture #fear
#culture #fear
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